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Kyle Fisher Jun 6
I've never written of love, because until now, I've never been engulfed in its transcendence.
Enamored by the faint breath of a sleeping beauty.
Being assured without assurance.
Fire in the chest, and Ice on the toes.
Completely immobile, only jetting endlessly in the right direction.
Can this,
be real?
Kyle Fisher Dec 2018
Bristles and branches come crashing down, spraying embers at your feet.
One by one they plummet, seeking solitude within your ability to cool them.
Twist and tweak, be silent and listen, for the ones worthwhile will instead, set your cool ablaze.
Kyle Fisher Aug 2017
I try so hard to unfeel things..
Pushing against the walls of my past.
I invite the help of other hands to topple the monumental foundation that is "Kyle."
It never works..
"I'm responsible for my own happiness."
I'm so irresponsible sometimes..
Kyle Fisher Aug 2017
To be, or not, to be...
That is plagiarism.
Although, the rested see..
It's the only "ism"
Will I do?
Or, will I do not?
Will I place soulfully, the life before me?
Or, will I defy my end with bitter, confusion.
I doubt them both.
Within my heart,
I chase a rope.
About a time,
When rhyme and cope.
Are one, the same,
Rewrite my hope.
Can one remain,
While others greave?
Burn the bridge,
And meld the seam.
Amassed awake,
Your idle dream,
Don't mind the pain,
Rewrite and leave.
Kyle Fisher May 2017
I feel a presence,
As if it tickles the back of my ear.
Subtle and warming, reaching and playcating.
Amassed by the sound, I walk forward, stumbling and dumbfounded.
Tripping over pebbles like mountains. It wasn't who I thought I was, it was you..
Something soft and sweet, about someone I now hold dear.
Kyle Fisher Jan 2017
Skewed, and Angled.
Perception of time seems so vulnerable, at least able to be captured.. mangled.
Away it flies, yet draws closer by the second; quilted with its own set of rules and manners.. entangled.. in itself.
The ultimate healer, but kills all, besides itself, "In time." Dividing a fine line between happiness and misery..
Above rides the wind, and below, the waves.
Neither can go back, or skip ahead.
Kyle Fisher Nov 2016
May the way you feel,
feel you..
The times you hold,
hold you.
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